Hogwarts Homecoming

Located in the suburbs, Malfoy Manor seems to have become a secret place isolated from the world.

The brilliant sunshine pours down on the earth, covering the boundless wilderness in a golden ocean.

However, Malfoy Manor is always shrouded in a light gray mist that gathers but does not disperse.

This ominous mist is filled with a faint breath of death. Under the erosion of this breath, the branches and leaves of the plants that were carefully cared for in the manor in the past have grown disgusting black spots.

"Has the master got up yet?"

Under the stairs leading to the rooftop terrace, Lucius Malfoy, who was pale, asked his wife who had just come down from above with a plate of food.

Narcissa nodded, and she held her husband's slightly cold hand,

"But he. The master seems to be in a bad mood, but I don't know what happened. He hasn't been out these days, right?"

Malfoy understood that this was his wife reminding him to be careful. After giving his wife a reassuring look, he took a deep breath and stepped onto the stairs.

As he gradually approached the door flooded with light, Lucius's breathing gradually became disordered, and the golden snake that seemed to sense his chaotic thoughts and wandered around his body and stopped at his heart at this moment released a trace of coldness.

Sensing this coldness, the rhythm of Lucius's beating heart gradually slowed down.

To be honest, Lucius did not expect that he could hide it from the Dark Lord, who was a master of Legilimency, for so long after becoming a spy for Amosta Blaine.

He had prepared for the worst before he decided to do so.

Lucius hoped that Blaine and Dumbledore, who was on the same front with Blaine, could protect Draco and Narcissa. At the very least, he would do his best to protect Draco.

As for himself, he could only leave it to fate and live one more day.

But unexpectedly, the magic cast by Amosta Blaine on him really prevented the Dark Lord from accurately sensing the rebellious thoughts in his heart.

This also gave Lucius great confidence, because this fact seemed to indicate that Amosstar Blaine's magic power was above that of the Dark Lord?

Lucius Malfoy could only think so superficially.

In fact, this was not the case.

In terms of magic power alone, the Dark Lord's magic power was deeper than Amosstar's, but his broken soul was far inferior to Amosstar's flawless soul.

Since he decided to accept Lucius Malfoy as his insider, Amosstar would not sit back and watch Lucius Malfoy die simply.

The magic he left on Lucius Malfoy was a concealing magic designed by him to forcibly use the power of his soul, which was enough to protect the most perverse thoughts in Malfoy's heart from being peeped.

"You still refuse to respond to my orders!"

Just as Lucius was about to step through the door leading to the terrace, a hoarse shout full of coldness and murderous intent made Lucius tremble all over and his legs weak.

Before Lucius could get rid of this fear, the world filled with light suddenly became dark, as if it was daytime in the last second, and night fell in the next second!

Huh!

Outside the door, the evil darkness blew up the bloody wind of ghosts and wolves howling. In the turbulent darkness, two erratic blood-red spots and the inaudible roar of the Dark Lord almost frightened Lucius to a mental breakdown.

However, the darkness that came came and went quickly.

With a "bang", the darkness that covered the sky and the sun dissipated instantly. In the world that was restored to light, the air was filled with gray mist that seemed to be a gathering of particles, or just a simple cloud of smoke, just like the mist that enveloped the manor, which was disgusting.

"What's the matter?"

A voice colder than the north wind fell into his ears, startling Lucius out of his trance. His eyes met the scarlet vertical pupils of the Dark Lord. Lucius, sweating profusely, knelt down on the threshold.

"I have news for you, Master."

"Oh?"

Voldemort's voice dragged with a slanted tail tone, and the murderous intent in it was still fierce.

"What do you want to tell me, Lucius? The negotiations between Brian and the board of directors have broken down, right? Could it be that Dumbledore surrendered so quickly?"

"Oh, not so, my master--"

Lucius's knees rubbed against the floor, making a rustling sound. He knelt down in front of Voldemort, his forehead against the wooden floor.

"Hogwarts did not surrender because we stopped providing funding. On the contrary, Brian officially announced that Hogwarts no longer needed The board of directors is gone."

"No board of directors is needed?"

Even Voldemort forgot his anger after hearing the news, and slightly widened his narrow red eyes.

"This is different from what you told me at the beginning, my friend. You told me that if the board of directors stopped funding Hogwarts, then Dumbledore would have to close the school."

"This is not a lie, my master!"

Lucius was ready to accept some torture. His breathing became rapid again, and the big drops of cold sweat on his forehead dripped and wet the wooden floor.

"You must know that Hogwarts needs a lot of money to maintain every day it is open. Without gold, they can't survive."

"Can't survive without gold?"

Voldemort sneered, obviously disagreeing with Malfoy's statement.

"So now, Lucius, Hogwarts has no gold support, but it has not surrendered. Brain even kicked the school board aside. Oh, this behavior is quite interesting. Dumbledore actually allowed it. By doing this, it seems that he can no longer control Blaine.”

Voldemort smiled sarcastically, and was very satisfied with what he analyzed.

"Even if what you say is right, Lucius,"

The lounge chair placed on one side floated up silently and landed behind Voldemort. He slowly leaned down,

"Then why does Brian have the courage to get rid of you?"

"Maybe. Oh, my guess is--"

Lucius' shoulders hunched up,

"Brain found other support for Hogwarts. That learning machine shop, Brian went to the United States just to promote it. I think he got some gold back from there."

"So, Brian managed to survive the crisis created by you and the Ministry of Magic?"

Voldemort said lazily, looking sideways at Lucius, who was trembling all over.

"Is that all you have to tell me?"

"Oh, I brought you a copy of the Daily Prophet, my master—"

Lucius gingerly took out a folded newspaper from his robe pocket. Before he could offer it, the newspaper had already left his palm and floated in front of the Dark Lord.

"oh!"

His eyes passed over a few lines of text, and Voldemort made a surprised sound,

"Amosta Braine publicly declared that the Ministry of Magic's forced appointment of commissioners to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was an initiative to bring the flames of political struggle to the school and to the children. It's interesting. How dare he say that?"

Voldemort sat upright in the recliner, his loose robes rustling in the morning breeze.

"What a stupid move, it will only make the Ministry of Magic target him completely."

Voldemort said happily,

"But for us, it is good news to attract the Ministry of Magic's idea and facilitate our actions."

"As you said, my lord."

Lucius humbly agreed.

Focusing his gaze on the top of Lucius' head again, the Dark Lord's complexion paled slightly, and his eyes flickered.

"Oh, thank you for bringing me this good news, Lucius. This will make me happy for a while. Speaking of which, didn't you see anything before you walked in?"

Lucius's body trembled twice,

"I saw a black mist. Master, but I don't understand."

"Is it?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes as he looked at the trembling Lucius Malfoy. After a moment, he withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, waved his hand and leaned back on the couch.

"Go down, Lucius, I have nothing to ask you to do for the time being."

Lucius Malfoy exhaled heavily, and exited the terrace on his knees as if he had been pardoned. His legs were still weak when he walked down the stairs.

Looking at the portraits hanging in the corridor that cast worried glances at him, Lucius only felt bitterness and luck. Of course, there was also a little doubt.

The Dark Lord seemed to be fighting someone just now and was defeated?

But what could it be?